The Container Expanded, but the Water Did Not Increase

"Idiot, of course it wouldn't fight you head-on. A Dire Dragon is a top-tier predator—it seeks to capture prey at the lowest possible cost. If I hadn't been here just now, you'd already be pinned helplessly to the ground by it!"

"I... I understand! Wuque, hurry and tell me how I can fight it head-on."

"Remember to say 'please' next time!"

As Ning Wuque spoke, he kept alert for any movement in the surroundings while proactively shielding Ning Tian at his side to keep her from getting hurt. Recalling the Dire Dragon's information, he quickly said, "Try using your Dragon Might to make it lose its mind. Dire Dragons aren't very smart. The intrusion of other draconic Martial Souls or pure-blooded giant dragons will stir up the combative ferocity within them, changing them from a predator's stance into a berserk stance.

"Watch out for its bite. A Dire Dragon in its berserk stance gets at least a twenty percent boost in strength and bite force. Don't let your guard down!"

"Huh? Dragon... Dragon Might? How do I release that? Dad never taught me!"

"Feng Mei, release your Soul Power with everything you've got!"

Ning Tian, standing nearby, felt somewhat helpless as well, then reminded Wu Feng.

Dragon Might was essentially the Soul Power pressure of a Soul Master. It was simply replaced by Dragon Might when released by a Soul Master with a dragon-type Martial Soul. Dragon-type Martial Souls of high Martial Soul quality could even receive more than a hundred percent enhancement to their pressure.

"Okay!"

Wu Feng answered, then released all of her Soul Power. A faint Dragon Might spread outward, quickly drawing the attention of the Dire Dragon, which had already locked onto her as its primary target.

In the blink of an eye, the last trace of clarity vanished from its eyes. The entire dragon became as enraged as a husband who had discovered his wife had been stolen, scarlet patterns creeping across its skin.

Stance change—Berserk Stance!

"Roar—"

A furious roar rang out from the forest, followed by an undisguised charge. The Dire Dragon appeared before the three of them in an instant.

It glared furiously at Wu Feng, opening its bloodied maw as it prepared to bite her head into a splatter of tomato paste!

"First Soul Skill: Dragonfire!"

Her yellow First Soul Ring lit up instantly. Wu Feng's ponytail shone crimson like flames that had been ignited, and fire likewise flared around her body as she entered a burning state.

Her defense, strength, and physical constitution all received a certain boost.

Step!

After stomping backward heavily, Wu Feng shot toward the Dire Dragon like a cannonball. Brutal sharpness gleamed in her fiery red pupils, and her left hand, transformed into Dragon Claws, rose high as she prepared to give this thousand-year Soul Beast a blow!

But...

Dong—

She was kicked flying like a cannonball by the Dire Dragon's Nine Heavens Thunder Double Kick. The combat instincts of a top-tier predator were simply beyond comparison to a rookie like her.

In just an instant, the Dire Dragon had predicted Wu Feng's trajectory, rapidly adjusted its body, and launched a counterattack.

"This brute should just obediently play support. Blood Surge Gate—open!"

Bang~

The Soul Ring exploded, and massive Soul Power surged into Ning Wuque's body in an instant. Having used it more than a dozen times over the past two years, he had long grown accustomed to the impact. It took him less than three seconds to enter fighting condition.

His aura surged to the level of a Soul Ancestor in an instant, and his powerful iron fists smashed fiercely toward the Dire Dragon!

Straight Punch!

"Roar—"

The Dire Dragon answered without showing weakness, twisting its body and swinging its tail to teach him a lesson. The enormous force split the air with an explosive crack; one could tell how powerful it was from the sound alone!

Boom!

A sound like colliding iron hammers rang out. As a Blood Essence Soul Ring slowly rose beneath Ning Wuque's feet, his left fist collided with the Dire Dragon's Dragon Tail.

Seizing the opportunity, his right hand fiercely wrapped around the Dragon Tail, while his left fist loosened and likewise coiled around it as though hugging a tree trunk.

"Wu Feng!"

He shouted loudly.

Then, a fiery red figure appeared at the Dire Dragon's side. Wu Feng, who had just been kicked away, appeared beside it completely unscathed!

The devilish training of the past year, along with the defensive gear she wore, had not been for nothing!

Duang~

Her fist swung out, landing solidly on the Dire Dragon's head. With Ning Tian's enhancement, the heavy blow directly sent the Dire Dragon into a brief daze.

It was precisely this fleeting daze that allowed Ning Wuque to seize the moment. With a fierce tug, he hurled the Dire Dragon into the air, then slammed it hard into the ground beside him like an over-the-shoulder throw!

Rumble~

Like a thousand-pound weight crashing down, the ground erupted with a thunderous boom.

They exchanged glances, and Ning Wuque and Wu Feng both saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes. Then they raised their fists and hammered punch after punch into the Dire Dragon's head!

"Roar—"

The intense pain jolted the Dire Dragon awake for a moment. It seized the chance to climb up from the ground, sweeping its tail to fling the two away before shakily standing again.

It looked at the two people before it. A new round of battle began!

But it was useless.

In the end, Ning Wuque and Wu Feng emerged victorious. In just five minutes, the Dire Dragon had fallen beneath their steel fists and iron bones!

Its enormous body collapsed to the ground with a rumble.

"Phew... phew..."

Panting heavily, the Soul Power fluctuations around Ning Wuque suddenly plummeted. He staggered and nearly fell to the ground, but fortunately Wu Feng beside him caught him, sparing him the embarrassment.

"That was close to my limit..."

"Are you okay, Wuque?!"

Ning Tian walked over, putting away her Martial Soul as she asked worriedly. At the same time, Wu Feng promptly took out a Compressed Meatball and a blood-circulating restorative pill from her Storage Soul Tool and stuffed them into his mouth.

After eating the meatball and pill, Ning Wuque weakly pulled away from Wu Feng's support. He dropped onto the ground, shook his head, and said, "Absorb the Soul Ring first, Wu Feng. I'm fine. It's just that the Soul Power provided by the Soul Ring has been exhausted."

"Has the duration gotten shorter again?"

"Mm. There's nothing I can do about it. After all, the Soul Power provided by Ring Blasting only depends on the Soul Ring being blasted, but I myself have been getting stronger all along."

He shook his head helplessly. This was the new predicament Ning Wuque now faced, and it was also a detail he had previously overlooked.

As his strength and physical constitution increased, the Soul Power provided by Ring Blasting a single ordinary thousand-year Soul Ring was completely insufficient for him now!

He could feel that his body could endure for longer and become stronger under the First Gate, but without enough Soul Power, even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice.

Five minutes was the amount of time he could currently keep the gate open. Once that time passed, the Soul Power supporting his combat ability would be depleted, forcing him out of the open-gate state.

He had become stronger, so naturally his consumption had increased. His capacity had expanded accordingly as well.

It was like gold foil growing larger while its durability remained unchanged. Once the range of pleasure increased, one would naturally be unable to resist letting it leak out.

This meant Ning Wuque had no choice but to take another risk when acquiring his second Soul Ring!

Meanwhile.

After confirming that Ning Wuque was unharmed, Wu Feng sighed in relief and immediately took out a Soul Tool Dagger from her Storage Soul Tool, preparing to end the Dire Dragon's life.

Soon, a purple Soul Ring rose from the Dire Dragon's corpse. Wu Feng sat cross-legged and began drawing in the Soul Ring to absorb it.

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